Beached
Feelings - heavy, like bricks,
like whales without buoyancy -
helpless and misguided
as when they come to land.
Beached - trapped in a world
too different from their own,
an environment so foreign that
even the simplest motion of breathing
is a physical impossibility.
But I am not that whale -
just a human adjusting and coping as best I can,
struggling to bear the weight of these feelings,
waiting for the tides to change.
I am not a whale.
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Jules B | Year Posted 2006
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